"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
Right guys, I'm here! Well...technically I'm still in Austria but I figured out the internet password for the hotel. I think I get what we've got. We're outside the warehouse etc. I'll post when I get home and all. One thing, could everyone put their power on the top of their post as well? I get so confused. Toodles!
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
I stepped out of the bathroom feeling better. Robert had left to gather his meager forces while waiting for the re-enforcements that weren't coming. I smiled to myself, as I headed for the emergency exit. I had to get around, get to the kids. The building was in lock-down so it wouldn't be easy to get around. Finding the control panel to the back door, I cut a few wires and the door unbolted. I left the heavy door and slipped into cement truck garage. After slipping through several other door, I found myself behind a massive crate. Sneaking along the packages and label boxes, I found my way to the other side of the warehouse. Crates had been stacked up in a peculiar manner to enclosed the doorway. I smiled, smart kids. Hopping nimbly over the lowest crate I landed in the middle of the group.
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin
A scientist! Christina shouted in her thoughts, knowing Seth would pick up on them.
Seth grabbed Christina's arm and pulled her back away from the scientist. He had never had a good experience with a person in a white coat, and he didn't expect to have one now.
"Okay, what do we do now?" Java asked the woman.
Wait, Seth. Christina thought. I think she's on our side.
"I've never trusted a scientist, and I'm not about to start now," he whispered ever so quietly in his sister's ear.
"Just wait," she instructed as she locked eyes with her brother. He would have no choice but to listen.
Seth sighed and loosened his grip on Christina's arm. He would wait and see what these people had to say, but he wouldn't like it.
I jumped when the scientist leapt in. I concentrated on her and immobilized her. It was hard, but I managed. I glanced at Java; I wouldn't be able to ask questions while I was concentrating this hard. It was extremely difficult to usemy powers on a living being. Especially one that was sentient. Especially especially someone with a strong mind. This scientist was all three. It was all I could do to keep her from moving.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
I smiled at the boy, recognizing his face from earlier. The others inched away slowly, obviously frightened by my presence. I suddenly felt a grasp on my body that immobilized me. What the heck? I strained against it uselessly.
"It's okay, I'm here to help you guys. I'm the one who got the gates to open. I want to get you kids out of here." I said casually, feeling the strain on my body loosen suddenly.
They looked at each other cautiously.
"Yo! Guys!" shouted the boy, pulling a focused looking girl away. "I think we can trust her. She made me hit her with a metal bar so she could appear to have an alibi. That's gutsy."
They murmured among each other softly and the boy turned to me.
"I'm Java. Thanks for getting us out of that rat trap."
"I'm Ali, pleasure to be of service Java," I replied gently. "Now, as for what we have to do, we need to get you guys out of here. I've stalled the re-enforcements for now but I'm sure they'll re-send their request soon enough. They also have guards blocking all the exits. What can you guys do? Can you guys fight, 'cause I doubt I can get you weapons." I asked.
They all smiled at me, each with a gleam in their eye.
"Oh, we can do lots." said a girl in the back, a tall young man standing behind her.
**I'm guessing she doesn't know about their powers. Tell me if I should change it**
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin
Robert led the guards to the front doors, which of course were barricaded and locked. He gritted his teeth. This was getting old.
"You stay here in case they try to leave that way," he shouted at the guards. "I'm finding another way in."
He made his way around to the back door. Once there he stopped, eyes narrowed. The control panel was open, and some of the wires had been cut. Something fishy's going on.
The scientist heaved the door open, then the one after that, and finally he found himself in the warehouse. Who had cut the wires? Someone obviously had wanted to get in here, and badly.
He snuck behind some crates, trying to find the subjects. Suddenly his jaw dropped.
Ali was with them.
As quietly as he could, he lifted the two-way radio to his mouth. "I'm in. Use the back way. Ali's defected."
Hopefully no one had heard him.
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
((Oh, guys. I've changed Java slightly so that he flies when he's thinking of a strong emotion. So if he wants to fly then he'll think of a happy time, etc.))
Java - Flight and Invisibility
Java grinned at the girl who'd spoken. "We can do lots indeed. Figured that's why you were all experimenting on us."
The scientist, Ali, widened her eyes for a second. "Really? What can you do, what d'you mean?"
Java wondered again if he could trust her. The others had listened to him when he'd told them to back off, but if Ali betrayed them then it would all be on his head. And no-one would be as quick to point the finger than him; if he was going to make descisions then he sure hoped they'd be good ones.
After a long moment, he nodded softly. "It's probably better if I show you. Just give me a second."
He began to gather his energy, trying to recall the happiness that he'd felt running out of the building with Lyanna at his side. He soon felt the power rushing through him when a small noise broke through his conciousness. Java opened his eyes and looked around their small, rough circle quickly. A couple of other people looked like they'd heard it too. Slowly and carefully, Java motioned for them to be silent and began to walk in the direction he though it had come from.
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
Damn it, I forgot to put the wires back. Stupid, stupid.
I motioned to Java and the others to crouch down too. They all lowered quickly as I peered over the crate, a shadow poked out from the other crates. I recognized the silhouette, Robert.
"I guess I'm fired." I whispered to the Java.
"Why?" he replied softly.
"That figure over there is my boss. May as well quit while I'm ahead no?" I said pulling out my gun.
Pulling the trigger I sent several rounds of bullet that the crates. The shadow disappeared and I grimaced.
"That should stall them. No en-forcements, but now I don't have inside access to the lab without sneaking in. He obviously saw me." I said, sitting down on the floor. "Now what we're you showing me Java? And what are all your names?"
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin
"And what are all your names?," the girl says. I gasp slightly as my world goes black and numb. Suddenly, everything is much louder and much...grosser. I can smell the chemical smells on all of us, and the dust and pollution in the air, oddly mixed with tree bark and rain. I hear the man, Ali's boss, muttering something. I focus on the sound and make out the words "...shoot them with the tranquilizers. We don't want any of our little friends to get hurt..." "Um, people?" I ask, my own voice booming to my ears. I hear the shift of clothing as people turn to looks at me. "Yea, well, they're gonna shoot us down. So I suggest we find somewhere safer." I hear someone curse under their breath, and then the squeaking of shoes as they stand up. "Alright," A male voice says loudly. A bit too loudly, in my case. I quickly cover my ears with my hands and listen. "Thank you..." They trail off at then end, and with a start I realise they are asking my name. "Kitty," I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder. At least I think I did... I shrug. If I tossed my hair, good. If I accidentally smacked someone in the face, well then...oops? I smile as my sight and and feeling come back, all y senses going back to their normal state. I turn to the person next to me, and smile when I notice those familiar brown eyes. I noticed he has a handsome face, short brown hair framing it. He smiles back at me, turning to listen to the guy talking to us. "...so it would seem we need a place to camp out. Ali?" He asks expectantly, turning towards a girl crouched on the ground, a gun at her side, a thoughtful look on her pretty face. "Well, there's always-" The words turn into a thick garble as colors around me intensify and blur before turning into black all together as I pass out.
Robert ducked down at the gunshots. What was wrong with her?! These people had no chance of escaping, and by shooting at her supervisor all she'd done was confirm her role as a person who wasn't to be trusted.
He picked up the radio again. "No, I'm sure. She shot at me. Send your men in like I said before; leave the bullets. Yes, shoot them with the tranquilizers. We don't want any of our little friends to get hurt."
He paused. "No, I'm not willing to risk it. Do you know how much time I put into this project? I am NOT about to let it all go to waste now because you're afraid of a handful of children. You are NOT to harm them in any way. Do I make myself clear? Good, you do that."
He put his two way down and ran a hand through his hair. It would be too risky to try and run out now. They'd almost certainly try to detain him. No, best to wait for the guards and hope for the best.
The sound of footsteps emanated from the back entrance.
Speak of the devil...
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
